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Who: Bail and Ben
What: An official date
When: Saturday evening
Where: A delicious pizza parlor
Rating/Warnings: NSFW cuz they ~~might~~ discuss the sex, and ~~might~~ do the sex

The reason Bail chose this restaurant was two-fold. One, because the pizza here was phenomenal – very much your classic New York Style pizza with the classic toppings options. Not that Bail was opposed to experimentation with his pizza, tonight just needed to be simple. It was elegant without being black tie.

He also picked this place because the booths had high backs and the lights were dim and it was the prefect amount of privacy for two people on their first “official” date.

They’d seen each other throughout the week a few times for lunch. And Bail couldn’t remember the last time he texted this much to one person.

He also didn’t remember the last time he was this excited for a date.

He arrived first and ordered water immediately when he sat down.

Then he waited, nervously (for god knew what reason? They’d already spent the night together, just sleeping, but still).

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Bail didn't mind the questions, it was reaffirming to know Ben wanted to know things about him.

"The tiramisu. I highly recommend it when we come again." Because, yes, Bail intended to come back here again, considering how well this date had gone.

"What is your favorite dessert?" Bail could ask questions, too.

"I'll save room next time."

That when was pretty affirming for him. He tightened his hand a little in Bail's to show appreciation of that, and spent a second or two considering the question, just a bit.

"Probably Black Forest Cake. Today. I reserve the right to change that answer at some point. There are a lot of good desserts. Good meaning without marzipan." Which came with a bit of a quick grin. "Is there anything you don't like to eat?"

Bail made a mental note to never give Ben or suggest to Ben anything with marzipan.

"I don't like squid or octopus. I gave them an honest try and I can honestly say I do not like them. All mollusks in general, actually. I haven't found one I like so far- the texture is all wrong."

Ben made a similar note, but with mollusks. "How do you feel about other sea-food?" He was assuming it was a different classification, but there was a range.

"Other seafood is fine, so long as I don't get the feeling that I'm eating the ocean," Bail said.

"You?"

"I like seafood all right, though-" He looked a little pained, even went so far as to grimace. "I am so completely sick of most of it. Even after five years you put seafood or fish that's not deep fried in front of me, and I might turn green."

"What was five years ago?" Bail asked, not jumping to Ben's ice skating career. He was actually wondering if there was a terrible fishing accident in Ben's past.

"I stopped competing." It would have been a fine jump to make. He's almost sorry he didn't have a more interesting story. "Just way too many grilled fish and steamed vegetables in a row. I might be over it in another five years."

"Steamed vegetables is the worst way to cook vegetables," Bail said. "Aside from boiled brussel sprouts. Which is the worst cooked vegetable over everything else. But steamed vegetables is so..." he made a face while he thought of the right way to say it. "Boring."

"There are other options, but I still don't mind those, though I prefer most of them raw. The fish, however, can mostly just stay in the sea. Or get deep fried. I'm not that picky." He honestly still does like vegetables, even steamed ones. "Maybe I'm boring?"

"Got it," Bail said. "I'll keep that in mind when I cook for us. Your vegetables will remain raw." The way the lines around his eyes creased were a dead give away for the joke.

"If the food remains raw, is it actually cooking?" He was smiling, outright. Warm, comfortable, thinking about the uber but also finding the idea of Bail cooking endearing-

and very slightly terrifying under some circumstances.

"If you want to get that technical," Bail said. "It will be the easiest meal I've ever made."

"Only if I don't demand you make roses out of radishes. Are you ready for that uber?" He felt more awake, but still pretty relaxed. It was a nice place to be. Bail's hand in his added a lot to it.

Bail had been ready for that Uber all the way back at the restaurant, he'd just been waiting for Ben to be ready.

"I am," he said, pulling out his phone to finally order an Uber as they stopped. He glanced once at the cross streets to get the right location.

"Should be about five minutes."

Standing there with Ben, he really wanted to kiss him.

He still wasn't sure where Bail stood on public affection - or rather where the lines were - so in spite of wanting to kiss Bail, he didn't.

He did let go of Bail's hand, slide an arm around his waist and lean into his side. Comfortable, casual, good fit all around. He closed his eyes, not because he was tired, but because he was content. "You smell amazing."

That arm sliding around his waist and Ben's weight against him made Bail want to kiss him all the more. At some point he'd ask Ben, not now, not when they'd be interrupting in just a few short minutes and they couldn't have a proper conversation about it. But he was definitely going to ask him before the next date.

For now, he just enjoyed this contact.

"Good," was all Bail could say to that.

The Uber pulled up then, and Bail got the door for Ben.

Ben slid into the car and quietly gave the driver his address, then settled back in, relaxed and comfortable against Bail's side again just from preference.

It was a short enough drive to his apartment that he didn't try to pick up conversation again, just enjoyed the closeness.

Once they arrive he was mildly awkward around not paying for the uber, but it was pretty mild and he was more than willing to hold his hand out for Bail's to lead him up.

"You really do need to remember to get some clothes here."

There was a brief moment of awkwardness once they were finally in Ben's apartment - who would initiate what?

But Bail decided he could start.

He stepped closer to Ben, close enough to touch and feel each other's presence.

"I'm not worried about tomorrow right now," Bail said, his free hand coming up to Ben's face.

He laughs, softly and lightly and twines wraps one arm around Bail's waist and pulls him in just a little further, tilts his head up and into that hand.

"Nor in dessert, apparently."

It's humor and a tease but gentle and it ends with him kissing Bail, soft and slow.

"I stopped thinking about dessert the moment you pressed your body against mine," Bail said. An admission, giving Ben amo for the future in such matters.

Bail didn't care, he was giving into that kiss, pulling Ben as close as possible. He'd been thinking about this far longer than those moments just before their Uber arrived. It had been on his mind since the night they first kissed.

And now that this was happening, he wasn't going to be distracted by dessert.

It was an admission that turned Ben on.

Being wanted by someone he wanted in return was always a turn on, but the verbal expression of that? Hot. Just, simply, plainly, hot</>.

He groans even before he's pulled in, tightens his hands on Bail and lifts up a little so he can press further into Bail, so he can deepen the kiss and just hold on for a moment or two.

He'd not really expected this to happen tonight - wanted, not expected- and he sure hadn't really anticipated how hard Bail's direct statement would hit him.

A moment or two and he'd have some of his mind back but just in the moment? Bail and the moment were all that mattered.

Feeling Ben return that passion in kind only fanned the flames of Bail's desire more.

Just then, Bail remembered how Ben liked it when he dragged his fingers through his hair. He moved his hand to the back of Ben's head and took a generous hold on his hair. Hid hand on Ben's back pressing their bodies closer together.

He broke off the kiss, just to drag his mouth down Ben's jaw and back to his ear. Between sharp little nips, he said in a low voice, "There are a few things I want to do to you tonight. Do you want to hear them?"

You know, he really had been prepared to eat dessert and cuddle on the couch. Not that he was sorry about this outcome at all but he was somewhat rattled.

More than somewhat rattled.

A hell of a lot more than somewhat turned on, too.

He actually groaned and sort of... gave and relaxed into the hand gripping his hair, even as it sent a wave of pure heat through his entire body to settle low in his stomach and the hardness of his cock.

"Your practical application's just fine," he murmured, "and yes, yes I would like to hear them."

A quick exhale escaped Bail when he felt Ben's cock stiffen between them. He had to pause, breathe a moment, but his body responded the same.

He was in less control of his voice - breathy now, but who cared? "I want our cock in my mouth, and your mouth on mine."